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But she did as he ordered, the simple action leaving her splayed wider to him.

‘You are so beautiful,’ he said, before lowering his head.

He braced his arms on the bench, spreading the insides of her thighs, her slick pink folds the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He knew what it meant for her to be this open to him. She’d told him that first night when he’d done his best to prove how desirable she was.

So having her in his kitchen now, under a bright light, totally exposed, told him more than any words ever could.

She trusted him with her body.

And he would worship it for as long as she let him.

‘Brock, do it,’ she murmured, tilting her pelvis in blatant encouragement.

‘Eager. I like that.’ His tongue darted out to barely graze her clit and she arched again, adding a wriggle for good measure.

‘You’re teasing me,’ she said, scooting forward a tad, bringing her pussy in tantalising reach of his tongue.

‘No, this would be teasing.’ He blew on her, the gentlest puff of air, that had her moaning and inching even closer.

‘Or maybe this would be teasing.’ He slid a finger into her, up to the first knuckle, before withdrawing it abruptly.

‘Maybe even this.’ This time he slid three fingers inside while pressing his thumb to her clit, the kind of pressure he knew she liked, before withdrawing them.

‘Brock, please, I’m on the edge—’

She bit off the rest of what she’d been saying as he fastened his mouth on her and licked her pussy in a long, slow swipe that had her thrusting upward for more.

He gave it to her. Nipping her clit while sliding his tongue inside her, mimicking what his cock yearned to do. Lapping at her. Circling her clit with his tongue while pumping his fingers into her.

She moaned and panted, writhing beneath his mouth as if she couldn’t get enough. He knew the feeling, and when she urged him on with escalating squirming, he sucked her clit into his mouth and gave it another flick with his tongue, savouring when she fell apart on a scream that pierced his eardrums.

He waited until her breathing returned to normal before raising his head to stare her straight in the eye.

‘Ready for some more teasing?’

10

‘Inever pulledan all-nighter at uni, but if I knew I’d feel this good I would’ve done it more often.’ Brock shot Jayda a cheeky grin before refocussing on the road.

He handled his sleek sports car as well as he did her: confident, smooth, masterful.

Heat crept into her cheeks at the memory of exactly how masterful he’d been with her all night.

‘Trust me, the all-nighters I pulled at uni to study were never like the one we just had.’

He chuckled. ‘Confession time. I did stay up some nights fantasising about you and me having the kind of night we just did.’

‘Are you serious?’

‘Yeah.’ He indicated, checked his blind spot, and pulled into the other lane. ‘I had the hots for you in uni. Big time. Permanent hard-on. Totally embarrassing.’

Jayda’s jaw dropped. ‘But you always looked at me like you couldn’t stand me. And you avoided me, unless we were forced to work together.’

‘Haven’t you had a guy pelt you with erasers in primary school because he secretly liked you?’

She shook her head. ‘I went to an all-girls private school from the age of four.’

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